My chest and my arms are used to the sun and I tanned well in those areas.One town we stopped boasted a permanent rodeo. I'd always fancied going to a...rodeo so I took a stagecoach out to the site in good time for the show, arriving too early in my eagerness. The turnstiles were not yet open and I walked around until I found a side way in, skirting behind some pens of resting cattle. They stared at me without interest as I passed. I walked under the stands with tiered seating awaiting the coming. He pulled out and another man replaced him. Only this guy wanted my ass. I felt the head of his dick against my opening. I waited for the searing pain and I knew that it would only last a minute or two. I felt the pressure against my ass hole, and I realized that he was not going to ram it in me as the man earlier today did. It took a few minutes but he was not in any rush (Thank God) and because he went so nice and slow, I did not feel any pain whatsoever.Before I knew it, he was in me and was. Surely you know me better than that, Dory. All those times when I kept my hands to myself. I thought you understood. You were the leader, I was the follower. If you said no, then it was no. End of story." I know. I ... I'm sorry too, Stevie. I didn't want to break up with you. You're my best friend ... or at least ... you were. I screwed up, didn't I?"Well, at least she was back to calling me "Stevie" again. That was a big step. My eyes were beginning to tear up. I was blinking like crazy. "I assumed this was Jerry, the husband. Normally I wouldn't interfere, but I had seen first hand the effects of the beating she had received from him and if I had any say in it, it was not going to happen again. I looked up at him and in a cold tone of voice, I told him, "Leave her alone, she's having lunch."He looked over at me and I could see he was not used to being spoken to in the tone of voice I'd used. He stared at me for a moment and then asked, "What did you say dick weed?"Still.